Hello, guys and gals! This here is the first chapter of Displaced. Now, I know this isn't the original copy of the story. There were some technical difficulties, and all the headers and footers got lost. So, I've been brought in to make new ones. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Tiny Bubbles
Late Morning, July 6, 2015
Somewhere over Eastern Orussia
Tiny bubbles
In the wine
Make me happy
Make me feel fine
Makoa Anabuki strummed her ukulele as she sang the words to a familiar and catchy tune. She wore the light-blue collared shirt uniform of the US Navy. Amidst the bright blue sky and the puffy white cumulus clouds, such a site would not have seemed out-of-place. However, her F/A-18F Super Hornet Striker Units' magic etherjet engines nearly drowned out her voice with their roar. The brown ears of her Hawaiian Mongoose familiar stuck out of her head, nearly hidden in her dark brown hair, and the tail of the same creature appeared out of her lower back. These factors combined with the fact that she was flying 20,000 feet in the air at 400 miles per hour made her, her ukulele, and her singing sorely out-of-place. Unconcerned, or rather oblivious, she continued singing.
Tiny bubbles
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you 'til the end of time
Seven other witches from Fuso, China, and Liberion were flying with her, and they all seemed to be enjoying the song, nodding their heads to the rhythm. She'd met the Fuso witches from her time in Naval Air Facility Atsugi, a base jointly run by the US Navy and the Fuso Marine Self Defense Force. Sakomizu Kaminari, a FMSDF witch and Makoa's best friend, flew an F-14AF next to her; they met and were both stationed at NAF Atsugi. She wore the FMSDF uniform consisting of a white short-sleeved collared shirt, black thigh-high socks, a blue baseball-type unit identification cap, and a pair of round thick-frame glasses. Anabuki Anko, a FASDF witch and Makoa's twin sister, flew an F-15J in the lead position; they had met about a year ago, and since then had built up a close relationship, even sharing a signature handshake. She's a big stickler for rules, though. She wore a modernized version of the traditional miko uniform, black knee-high socks, and black fingerless gloves. Then there was Nagase Miyuki, another FASDF witch, flying an F-2A Viper Zero on Anko's left; Makoa actually met her before meeting Anko, and she and Kaminari were best friends since childhood, so that makes her okay in Makoa's book. If they weren't born to different parents, though, Makoa could've sworn that Miyuki and Kaminari were twins, as they shared birthdays and likenesses just like she and Anko do. Instead of a miko uniform, Miyuki preferred to wear the alternate FASDF uniform consisting of a light green collared shirt, black knee-high socks, and a dark green tie.
The four other witches joined them when they made a stopover in China. There was Zhu Lijuan, a witch from the Republic of China Air Force; she flew a J-20 in the second flight's lead position; she wore a light blue ROCAF uniform. Sun Meifeng, of the Republic of China Naval Air Force, flew a J-31 on Lijuan's left; she wore a white Republic of China Navy uniform. Marie-Rose Boudreaux of the US Air Force, flew an A-10C in the number three position; she was stationed at Osan AFB, a base jointly run by the US and Gojoseon. She wore the USAF grayish-green collared shirt and fur-lined leather jacket. Finally, Jin Lan, also of the ROCNAF, flew a J-10A in the number four position; she also wore a white ROCN uniform. Lijuan and Meifeng didn't seem to talk much, and Lan seemed to want to sing but wouldn't; however, it didn't look like they wanted Makoa to stop, so she kept the song going.
So here's to the golden moon
And here's to the silver sea
And mostly here's a toast
To you and me
Anko was getting a bit bothered. Normally, the airwaves are to be reserved only for necessary communication, and yet here was her twin broadcasting her song for miles on her comlink. She wanted to be nice and let it slide. They were family after all, and up until now had only about a year together; she didn't want to run the risk of damaging this new relationship. But no, as the superior officer and leader of this group, she felt she must do something to maintain order. The singing and ukulele playing can wait until they're out of the air. She flew over to Makoa's side.
"Commander Anabuki," she began in a polite tone, awkwardly saying her own last name after a lower rank, "Please refrain from utilizing the airwaves in an unnecessary manner. We can save the singing for when we get out of the air." Aw, dammit, she thought to herself, what the hell was that? I must sound like a killjoy.
"Oops, I didn't realize that," Makoa responded, "You're right. I could be choking up the radio traffic. Sorry about that, Anko." With that, she stopped singing, slung her ukulele's shoulder strap to her back, and grabbed her weapon. The group continued on in this silence. Now I've done it, Anko scolded herself.
"Uh…Anabuki…-san," Kaminari timidly started. Both Anabukis turned to look at her. Growing more shy under their gaze, she slowly continued, "I, uh, I liked it when you were singing. It…made this…flight…..more, uh, fun….I guess you could say?"
"Yeah," agreed Miyuki, lending support to her childhood friend, "You sounded great, and I'm sure anyone listening was enjoying it, too."
"Your voice is smooth," said Marie-Rose, "Good for jazz music."
"I thought it sounded good," said Meifeng, barely audible over the comlink.
I thought you sounded nice. You should continue, Commander said an echo-y voice inside everyone's head. Unbeknownst to everyone, this voice was Lijuan using her magic telepathy, as an accident in training left her mute.
At the encouragement of everyone else and the mysterious voice, Makoa looked at her sister inquisitively. Well, shoot, can't argue anyone there, thought Anko, she did sound amazing.
"I guess it's alright," she finally said, "As long as we keep it within our own comlink channel."
"Yay," everyone exclaimed.
"Alright, girls," Makoa began, "This time, I want you all to sing the lines in English, and I'll respond in Hawaiian."
Tiny bubbles (hu'a li'i)
In the wine (i ka waina)
Make me happy (au hau'oli)
Make me feel fine (i ka waina inu)
Seeing how happy everyone was, Anko shrugged and cracked a smile. I guess, as the saying goes, 'if you can't beat them, join them,' she thought, slinging her weapon to the back and grabbing her own ukulele that Makoa gave her as a birthday gift several months ago. She then began singing and strumming along to the song.
Tiny bubbles
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you 'til the end of time
"Hey, Makoa," Anko asked.
"Yeah, sis?"
"How'd you do that last chord there?"
"Oh, now look who wants to sing and play!"
"Shut up."
The two sisters bumped each other good-naturedly and struck up another song, and the whole group once again filled the sky with eight voices.
Morning, July 6, 1945
Approaching St. Trond Air Base, Belgica
It was a beautiful morning. The sun shone high amidst a clear blue sky textured with puffy white clouds, and the lush green forests of Belgica stretched out into the horizon. Tiredly admiring this view were Sanya, Eila, and Heidemarie Schnaufer, all returning from a long night of patrolling the airspace. It had been quite uneventful, as Neuroi activity had diminished since their mass attack in the early months of the year was foiled at the hands of the newly-reestablished 501st Joint Fighter Wing as well as troops from around the area. Though Heidemarie was the newest addition to this group, she was already based out of St. Trond and shared a good friendship with Sanya, both of them being Night Witches with magic antennae glowing on their heads. The three were regularly assigned to night patrol.
Sanya let out a yawn. The other two answered with yawns of their own. Stretching her arms and back, Eila said, "Once we land, I'm gonna take a nice long nap. What about you guys?"
"A nap sounds good," said Sanya.
"I have to give report to Wing Commander Minna about our patrol," said Heidemarie.
"Aren't you exhausted," Eila asked.
"No. No, I'm completely fine," Heidemarie responded, trying hard to talk through another yawn.
"Ehe, you're such a liar, Heidemarie," said Sanya.
Heidemarie sighed, looking away nervously. It wasn't long before they were approaching the runway of St. Trond Air Base. On their way down, they spotted a couple of figures taking off. They could make out a witch and a Fusan A6M Zero fighter plane. It was Perrine and Mio, also members of the 501st, heading out for some training maneuvers. Mio was a former witch who lost all of her magic after a Neuroi super-hive's core fused with her and used her magic to defend itself. She remains a member of the 501st, flying conventional aircraft in a support role. They exchanged a wave, lined up with the runway, and touched down. Taxiing down to the hangar, they passed Yoshika, Lynne, and Hattori Shizuka – another new addition to the 501st – hanging laundry out to dry, and they exchanged a wave. Yoshika somehow regained her magic during the Neuroi's mass attack in the earlier months of this year.
"Sanya-san, Eila-san, Heidemarie-san, good morning," Yoshika greeted with a bright smile.
"Hello Yoshika, Lynne, and Shizuka," they responded.
"How was your patrol," Lynne asked.
"Ah, more of the same," said Eila, "Not a Neuroi in sight. It was, um, peaceful."
"Eila was bored the whole time," said Sanya, "So we sang songs all night."
As Eila looked away with a sheepish face, everyone laughed. "Well, we had better get to the hangar," said Heidemarie, "I still have to report to the Wing Commander."
"Ok, well, goodbye, then," said Yoshika with another wave.
Once Sanya, Eila, and Heidemarie entered the hangar, they shed their equipment and walked out, swapping a quick greeting with Shirley and Lucchini who were busy tinkering with their Striker Units' systems and complementing a wonderful meal that Yoshika had prepared earlier. Walking out together, they passed by Trude and Erica, who was in her underwear. Well, the upper half, at least; she wasn't wearing any pants. Trude was blowing her top trying to get Erica to "show a little professionalism" and saying that "a soldier of Karlsland would never expose herself so indecently." Erica was brushing her off, tiredly complaining about the heat or some other thing. It was here that the three split off, with Sanya and Eila heading off to their room. Heidemarie said goodbye, let out another yawn, and then headed up to Wing Commander Minna's office to give her report.
Morning, July 6, 1940
Kauhava Air Base, Suomus
Tomoko stood in the hangar with Ki-44 Strikers equipped and a miko uniform on her body. Supplies from their home countries finally came, and she was overjoyed to finally equip a familiar Striker instead of a Messerscharf. She didn't have any problem with it; in fact, she thought it was a fantastic Striker. It was just that she wanted to show what Fuso was capable of. There was no alert – no Neuroi had been sighted moving across the Suomi border for quite some time – but Tomoko felt that some training flights would be good to keep the squadron's skills up. Lined up in front of her were the witches of the newly re-designated 507th Joint Fighter Wing.
First in line was Haruka, a girl highly experienced in the art of seduction, despite her being only 13; she was mounting an A6M Striker of the Fuso Navy. If only she would put some of that "skill" into aerial combat, Tomoko thought to herself. Next was Giuseppina, a witch from Romagna with a carefree attitude; she was sporting a Fiat G.50 from Romagna. She and Haruka seemed to be bickering about something, something to which Tomoko didn't want to give much thought. Can I have just one night without either one or both of them sneaking into my bed? After Giuseppina was Elma, a Suomi witch who was standing looking quite concerned with the unfolding spectacle; she was wearing a Bf109E. Beurling of Britannia looked on with a detached expression; she was wearing the Spitfire Mk. V. Finally, there was Katherine from Liberion and Ursula from Karlsland bringing up the rear. Katherine wore an F4F Wildcat, and Ursula wore an FW190. Ursula was also wrapped up in a book of some sort, so she paid the argument no mind.
Katherine was having a hard time. She was a bit tired and sore from yesterday's training session, so she wanted to get into the air as soon as possible and get this thing done so she could relax for the rest of the day. But with Haruka and Giuseppina arguing, and Tomoko unsuccessfully trying to get them to stop, it didn't seem like that would be a possibility. She nudged Beurling and said, "Hey, uh, Beurling?"
"Hm?" said Beurling.
"Aren't ya getting a little annoyed from all this arguing?"
"Yeah."
"It's the fifth time this week, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"You think we should say something?"
"I don't think anything we say can change the situation."
"But shouldn't we try?"
Beurling thought for a moment, then stepped forward, and said to Tomoko, "Flying Officer, we would like to get in the air now, if you're done letting these two walk all over you."
"Yes, please get these two to quit bickering," Tomoko pleaded.
With that, Beurling walked over to Haruka and Giuseppina, hoisted Haruka over her shoulder, placed her in between Katherine and Ursula, and took her original place, all with her Strikers still attached to her legs. The rest of the group looked astonished. Beurling didn't even look phased after carrying Haruka, Striker and all. "Now then," she said, "shall we take off?"
"But why do I have to be back here," Haruka protested.
"Because you got be Tomoko's wingman last week. Now it's only fair that Giuseppina gets a turn," said Beurling., "And plus, you're much lighter."
"Hahaha! Beurling, you're starting to sound like a mother," said Katherine.
"Can we just go?"
"Alright, alright," said Tomoko, "Let's go."
With all of that finally done, everyone revved up their magic engines and headed out to the runway. Haruka looked towards Tomoko and Giuseppina lifting off first, pouting the whole time. I will not lose to you, Pasta Officer. Tomoko will be mine.
Late Afternoon, July 6, 2015
Still Somewhere over Eastern Orussia
"Are we there yet," asked Jin Lan, "We've been flying for hours!"
"Hold on, we're almost there," said Anko. They'd been flying for a while now, and everyone was getting tired. They had just made contact with an Antonov An-124, designated "Snow Goose"; it's a huge Orussian cargo plane modified to land, accommodate, and launch witches while in flight. Since the USAF pioneered such technology with their modified C-5 Galaxies back in 1991, planes like these had become an integral part in anyone's military, and other countries had begun modifying their own large cargo jets.
Looking at the magic-level-monitor application that Makoa installed into her wrist-mounted flight computer, she noticed that the meter was almost redlining. She turned to her wingman Miyuki, and asked her, "What's your meter showing, Miyuki?"
"I'm nearing the end of my main reserves, it seems," Miyuki responded.
Anko then flew over to Makoa and Kaminari. "Hey, what about you guys," she asked them.
"I'm about to redline," said Makoa.
"I can go a little while longer," said Kaminari tiredly but confidently.
"Ah, look at you, you little trouper," said Makoa, flying over to pat Kaminari on the head.
If receiving praise from her idol and crush didn't make Kaminari feel warm and fuzzy inside, the pat on the head was sure to send her straight to heaven. "Haaaaahhhh," she gasped, "Commander. D-do it again….please…?"
"Uh, ok," said Makoa. She reached over and repeated the gesture.
"Haaaaaahhhh," Kaminari gasped again, entranced by the touch of her beloved.
Anko giggled a bit, and then said, "Alright, you two lovebirds break it up. Back in formation."
"Lovebirds!?" Makoa objected, "Now you just made this awkward!" She promptly stopped and formed back up. "See if we're getting close to the plane yet."
"Alright," said Anko as she hailed Snow Goose. "Snow Goose, this is Nor'easter flight. Be advised, we are running low on magic energy. Could you fly over to us? Over."
"Nor'easter, Snow Goose, roger," said the pilot in a thick Orussian accent, "We'll be right over. ETA 10 minutes. Over."
"Roger, Snow Goose, and thank you. Over and out," said Anko.
"Woohoo," exclaimed Lan, doing three loops and a roll.
"Hey, hey, watch out," exclaimed Marie-Rose, "You almost crashed into me! You know I can't maneuver as much as you."
"Sorry."
Ten minutes later, the whistling roar of the Antonov's four massive engines reverberated through the air. Snow Goose came back up on the radio, "Nor'easter, Snow Goose. We have visual on you on our ten o'clock. We are opening the flight deck for you now. You are clear to line up and begin landing checks. Stay clear of our jet wash. Over."
"Snow Goose, Nor'easter. Roger. We are moving to line up. Thank you. Over," Anko responded. She and the rest of Nor'easter flight banked right, barrel-rolled over the top of the Antonov, and slowed, lining up behind the open rear ramp. "Alright, girls," Anko said, "Begin landing checks."
"Understood," they all answered in unison. They then proceeded to examine themselves and each other, running through an imaginary checklist that they memorized in flight training. They secured straps, looked over their Strikers, checked their weapons to see if the safety was on, and the like. Anko looked back to watch over them. Once everyone was done they waved a signal to Anko, who then nodded and turned back around. She hailed Snow Goose once more.
"Snow Goose, Nor'easter, we have completed landing checks," she said, "Requesting permission to land in pairs to expedite arrival. Over."
"Nor'easter, Snow Goose, roger," said Snow Goose, "You are clear to land in pairs. Over."
"Thank you, Snow Goose. Over and out," said Anko. Then she looked back again to speak to the witches, "Ok, we're landing in pairs. Get with your wingmen, link arms, and get close."
"Understood," everyone responded. Kaminari was especially overjoyed, as she was partnered up with Makoa. Ah, the thought of the Commander pressing close up to me. I just. It's too amazing to describe, she thought to herself. She looked over to Makoa with an expression of joy.
"Alright, c'mere," Makoa said to her, "But no more awkward business."
"Eh? Ok," Kaminari said. She flew close, linked her arm with Makoa's, and lowered her landing gear. A hatch on each Striker leg opened up, and the landing gear extended out and locked. As she throttled down, the wings on her F-14AF, tucked in to allow for high speed flight, extended outwards to a straightened position, and flaps folded down to maintain lift at lower speeds. All the other witches followed suit, minus the extending wings, but their landing gear had extended and their flaps were down.
An array of lights arranged in a "T" were turned on to guide the witches in; the vertical column ran down into the flight deck, its lights flashed in sequence towards the open ramp, and a row of lights at its outer end told which way the witches must bank to properly line up. A similar setup illuminated the ramp itself. Two by two, the witches came in, extended their airbrakes, decelerated, straightened up to a stand, and moved aside to make way for the next pair until all eight of them were aboard. A deck officer signaled for the ramps in the nose and tail to be closed, and soon the sound of the rushing wind was replaced by the sound of the engines.
The witches docked their Strikers, powered them down, and placed their weapons on racks. A bulge that resembled a normal aircraft's cockpit opened up on their Strikers, allowing for easy exit. Aside from their packs, each witch also equipped two MXU-648 cargo pods which they stuffed with extra belongings. Gathering these things from their pods, they proceeded up the staircase to the upper deck. Four other witches were already there, and they got up to meet the new arrivals. Two of them wore the grayish-blue collared shirts with swallowtail-style coattails, dark blue ties, and black leggings – uniforms of the Orussian Air Force. Another wore a navy blue officer's coat, a sky-blue collared shirt, a black tie, and black leggings – an Orussian Navy officer uniform. Another wore the sky-blue collared shirt uniform of the Orussian Navy, similar to Makoa's US Navy uniform, but a tad darker.
First to step forward was a witch with a ponytail of silver hair, bright yellow eyes, and an Orussian Air Force garrison cap. She smiled a unique warm smile and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Lieutenant Lidiya E. Litvyak of the Orussian Air Force 9th Fighter Aviation Regiment. I fly a Su-47 Berkut. Nice to meet you." As she shook hands with everyone, she gave off a very relaxing aura, almost like they could trust her despite having just met her. Her yellow eyes and silver hair gave her a hauntingly beautiful look.
Next to introduce herself was a witch with honey-colored eyes and a complicated hairstyle of two braids, medium-length forelocks, and two tails falling to her shoulders and bunched together with green rings. The rest of her straight black hair fell to her lower back, and she wore an ushanka with the Orussian Air Force emblem on it. "Hello, my name is Vera Natalia Choibalsan of the Orussian Air Force 611th Fighter Aviation Regiment. I fly the T-50 PAK FA, a new stealth Striker Unit."
"A stealth Striker," said Meifeng quietly, "That's cool."
Lijuan began moving her hands in sign language, which Meifeng translated as, "Yes, that is quite nice, indeed."
"Ehe, thank you," said Vera modestly.
After Vera finished exchanging names and handshakes, another witch stepped forward. She had white hair tied in two ponytails by small red bows and green eyes. "Hi. I'm Captain 1st Rank Nina Dina Denisova of the Orussian Navy 279th Shipborne Aviation Regiment. My Strikers are MiG-29Ks. Pleased to meet you all." She looked quite young, but she had a look about her like she had seen things most others her age never should; when she smiled and shook hands, her eyes remained slightly sad-looking.
Finally, a witch with hazel eyes and brown hair that fell around her shoulders stepped forward and introduced herself, "Hello, everyone. My name is Ludmila Toscha Mijasik, also of the Orussian Navy's 279th Shipborne Aviation Regiment. I fly a Su-25 ground attack Striker. Welcome aboard, and please make yourselves comfortable." She gave off a strict yet caring vibe to the group.
"Ground attack, huh," said Marie-Rose, "I'm ground attack, too. I l fly A-10s."
"Nice," said Ludmila, "I have a feeling that we'll get along quite nicely then."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," said Marie-Rose.
Both girls shook hands with a competitive gleam in each other's eyes. "Well then," said Ludmila, gleam now gone, "Bathrooms are in the back of the cabin, and there are blankets and a place to hang your uniforms in the closet to the left. Feel free to get comfortable."
"Thank you," said Anko, "You're very kind."
"So, what brings you here," Lidiya asked.
"Oh, we are heading for Britannia to transfer into the 815th Joint Air Wing there," said Anko.
"Hey, no way! We're transferring to the 815th, too!"
"Awesome! Let's do our best together there, huh?"
"Yeah."
With introductions complete, Anko and the rest of Nor'easter Flight went to the closet that Ludmila pointed out to grab blankets and hang up their packs. Then, they grabbed their toiletries and a change of clothes. They decided to take turns in the bathroom by flight position, with Anko first, then Kaminari, Makoa, Miyuki, Lijuan, Meifeng, Marie-Rose, and finally Lan. Anko walked over to the bathroom and closed the door; in about five minutes, she reemerged wearing a pair of basketball shorts, a shirt with the letters "FASDF" on it, and a pair of black thin-framed glasses. She was holding a contact lenses case and a recently-used toothbrush. She walked back to the closet to hang her miko uniform.
As Kaminari passed to go next, she noticed that Lt. Col. Anabuki now looked like her sister, but not as tanned. She decided not to say anything though, and silently entered the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she quickly went to work undoing the buttons on her uniform and putting it on a hanger. She then jumped out of her swimsuit-style undergarment, put on a fresh pair of pants, and then put on pajamas similar to Anko's but with "FMSDF" on the shirt. She then undid her ponytail, brushed her hair, and cleaned her glasses. Next, she applied toothpaste to her toothbrush, stuck it in her mouth, and exited the bathroom. Finally, she hung her uniform and brushed her teeth over the galley sink.
Pretty soon, everyone, including the Orussian witches, was dressed in pajamas, had hung their uniforms, and grabbed a blanket. Before lights-out, there was one more thing that had to be done. Kaminari grabbed her medkit and walked over to Makoa. "Hey, Cdr. Anabuki," she said, "How's your, um, injury?"
"Hey, Kaminari," said Makoa, "It's doing okay, I guess. It's been about three weeks since another flare-up."
"Lemme see," said Kaminari. Makoa moved her right arm to let Kaminari examine it; on her forearm was a bandage that glowed a weak blue. "Looks like I'll need to change out your dressings."
With that, she went to work unraveling the old bandage, revealing a scar inside a group of four black hexagons that signified a Neuroi infection. This was the result of an incident in which a shard from a destroyed Neuroi embedded itself in her arm. Her ability granted her with the power to shoot powerful beams out of her hands, but it consumed massive amounts of magic, so when she destroyed a squadron of fighters with them, she couldn't cast a powerful enough shield. Examining the scar and the hexagons, Kaminari's expression was both serious and concerned. "So, what do you think, Doc," asked Makoa, "Is it getting worse?"
"It's kinda hard to tell at a glance," Kaminari said, "Without the proper equipment to scan the internal damage, I cannot make any good assumptions. For now, I think it's best to just do some healing therapy and apply a fresh bandage." This Kaminari was very different from the Kaminari whose heart melted at the touch of her love interest. Whenever she was dealing with medical issues, she dropped the shy attitude and took on a more focused and mature one. In her eyes, her idol and romantic interest became her patient, and so she treated her in the same professional manner as she would any other. She also developed a way to infuse her bandages and ointments with healing magic to continuously apply its effects on a patient. Placing her hands on Makoa's scar, she fused with her familiar once more, and her hands began to emit a blue glow.
"Mmmmmmm. Oh yes, that feels wonderfuuuuuullllll," said Makoa.
Ah, the Commander is letting out such a nice voice…..UWAH! I'm getting carried away! Quickly, Kaminari pushed those thoughts out of her head and refocused on the task at hand. After applying healing magic for a couple of minutes, she disposed of the old bandage in a bio-hazard bag she kept in her kit, grabbed a fresh roll, and infused it with some magic until it glowed a bright blue. She then sanitized the scar with alcohol, dried it, and went to work putting on the new bandage. Once finished, she placed everything back in her medkit and closed it.
"Thanks, Doc," said Makoa.
"You're welcome. Brrrrr!" Kaminari's teeth chattered, as the cabin had gotten cold. She wrapped herself in her blanket and sat next to Makoa.
Lidiya, Nina, Ludmila, and Vera were very curious as to the scene that just unfolded in front of them. They wanted to know what it was all about, so they walked up and sat down across from Makoa and Kaminari. Lidiya spoke first, "So, uh, what just happened?"
"Uh…..That's, um…patient confidentiality," said Kaminari.
"It's okay, Kaminari," said Makoa, "If we're gonna be flying in the same Wing together, it would be best not to have any secrets." She then turned to the four Orussians and said, "I've got a Neuroi infection."
"Wait, what?!" said not only the Orussian witches, but the Chinese witches and Marie-Rose as well. They all gathered around Makoa and Kaminari, making her feel awkward. She scooted closer to Makoa. Anko and Miyuki, already knowing about this, were already asleep.
"Tell us what happened," said Ludmila.
"Well, I don't know, it's a long story," said Makoa.
"It's a long way to Britannia, so we've got time," said Lan.
"Yeah, pleeeaaaase," pleaded Lidiya.
"Oh, alright," said Makoa. Everyone settled in, anxiously awaiting the coming tale. Kaminari rested her head on Makoa's shoulder and closed her eyes.
Makoa began her story, "So it was a beautiful day about six months ago…"
As Makoa divulged her tale to her astounded audience, the Antonov roared its way to their destination.
[End of Chapter 1]
So, what did you think? These modern-day witches are some interesting characters, am I right? Especially those Anabuki twins. Reminds me of my twin sister. Ah, I miss her…..WAH! Spoilers! Disregard that previous comment. Ahem, anyway, time to lay down some references:
The song "Tiny Bubbles" is a song from a Chinese-Hawaiian singer named Don Ho. It's quite popular, and his most well-known song.
The character Zhu Lijuan is a descendant of an OC by BookMarkAHead named Zhu Xifeng. Check BookMark out, he's got some cool stories and a Deviantart account to boot.
Anyway, I think that about wraps it up for this one. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go watch a movie.
The Hives – Tick Tick Boom (Single Version)